User blog comment:Llamao/The Underground/@comment-3474228-20120627211733/@comment-1298206-20121205233549

OOC: ''Clawford slowly falls to the floor, the light fading from his once bright eyes. The weasel lands with a thud. Warm, thick blood begins to form a puddle around him as he dies. Muddjak crouches beside him and stuffs his face in Magnus' shoulder. He whispers softly to Clawford'' "Why did it have to be you?"

''Muddjak scrambles to his footpaws as he is released from Clawford's grip. He hurriedly races for the door, casting a fleeting glance back over his shoulder to see Jerrod charging after him. Slamming the door behind him, Muddjak runs down the corridor. The otter scans the floor for the trail of pebbles he made earlier''